Sunday, 17 November 2013

Flowers of Hope: Our Son's Recovery

Last
month, we received a call that we had waited a long time for. Our son was finally
going to receive the help that he needed. He sounded so happy and hopeful when
he told us the news.I couldn’t stop
crying (happy tears) and shaking. Mike smiled with relief. We couldn’t believe
it was finally happening.

Since
he started treatment, our son’s life has improved drastically. He is planning
his future. He is working full-time. He is healthy. He is back.

We
always told our son that the greatest gift he could give us (and himself) is
recovery. That is all we ever wanted because when your child is sick, nothing
else matters. Today, we have that special gift and are so grateful.

This
week, my son gave me another gift – a bouquet of flowers – that he hand-delivered
to my office. I was moved to tears. While it is a joy for any mother to receive
a thoughtful gift from her child, this bouquet was symbolic of so much more
than his love (which is a blessing on its own). It represented hope. It represented his recovery. It represented
the stability he's found in life. It represented his calm mind. It represented the
money in his pocket that is not going on pills. It represented all that I have
prayed for all these years – to have our son back.

Our
son is still very early in his recovery and by no means out of the woods. If
tomorrow brings bad news, we will deal with it. For now, though, we are embracing
every minute of his success. In our house, we have learned to live one day at a
time, and today is a very good day.

I always say "where there is life there is hope". If you are going through this with a loved one, don't ever give up hope. We've waited a long time for this and are so grateful. Thank you for your prayers. I pray that it continues as well!

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I am a married mother of three who enjoyed a happy, normal life before drugs entered my home and shattered my world as I knew it.
Devastated, scared, and having no experience with addiction, I began researching the disease to try to save my son. I learned a lot!
When it came to getting help for our son, we were shocked to discover the many gaps in the system, which would add frustration to an already painful situation.
Concerned with both the broken system and the level of stigma around addiction, I started this blog where I take the public into the home of a family dealing with addiction; my own. I want to show people that addiction may not look the way they think it does, and that it can happen to any family. I also personalize the struggles individuals face in finding adequate help. For families who are going through it, I want you to know that you are not alone.